@royaltytm​:  “you really don’t have to do that, not for me.”

        ❝  Quit yappin’,  will ya’?   ❞  Swept up by powerful arms,  she took rest ‘pon her newly discovered savior's embrace;  perchance the very fact that she resembled a bride ‘pon the groom’s arms made her contest against it ?  One way or another,  Guts cared not for her reasoning,  she could barely walk on a wounded foot and he did not feel satisfied on slowing down.

@royaltytm​ asked: ❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜

he turns his head to look at her, eyes widening a bit as he recognizes her as the princess of this nation. he bows a bit, before standing up straight, “i’m fine, your highness,” he says, a small sheepish laugh escaping him. “i’ve had worse than accidentally falling down a flight of stairs.” he didn’t want to see her so upset or worried about something that was technically his fault to start with.

@royaltytm​ / Mia said . . .

“ I could show you the way. “ { for vital (: }

𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 &. 𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

     “Hmm, I don’t know if I want that...”

     This place was quaint, or at least this part of town, cobblestone and history lining the streets instead of asphalt, well-curated garden beds sitting in front of the Victorian-style row houses that displayed the further age and prestige of the area. He knew the other was of royal lineage, but it didn’t mean shit in the end nor would it change his treatment of the other; kingdoms fell all the time. Ask him about it sometime, Vital once was regarded as a prince himself. 

     However perhaps because it was a day off that he was in a good mood, words lacking their usual bite as arms crossed, a display of casual petulance. He was looking for a bakery he heard was around here, a pretty good one at that which specialized in mille-feuille.

@royaltytm​ asked:  ‘ what are you? ‘

So it had finally come to this. 

     Clark didn’t exactly go out of his way to hide that he was something ELSE nowadays. The cambion didn’t FLAUNT it but he didn’t jump through hoops to avoid being found out by those whose company he kept. 

     But still…perhaps THIS particular situation had been one he was trying to avoid (or at least postpone as long as he could manage). Mia wasn’t a fool but Clark did feel the need to be far more tactful and gentle with her than he would with anyone else and the idea of having to have this conversation with delicateness in mind was…not appealing.

katie, as always, skips over the pleasantries and when mia answers the phone,  dives in with the main idea, putting her phone on speaker so she can continue to paint her nails as they talk, a blunt between her lips as she sits on her patio, alternating between the nail polish and smoking. “we’re still going out for drinks tonight, right?” she asks in a cloud of smoke, coughing some, holding the blunt between her fingers. “do you need a ride into town or what's the deal? when should i come get you?”

Kill a single target. An easy enough job for a trained ex-soldier like him, of course. And the pay was incredible. Turning that job offer down was nearly impossible, and the fact that it was a high-value target mattered very little to Tommy. What his new employer had failed to mention until much later, however, was that his target was a female. And, of course, not just any female. But the one and only princess. Something he only discovered when he'd started his observations. 

Now, Thomas Shelby might be a gangster, and he was most certainly known to be ruthless, but not that ruthless. Killing women, or girls, for that matter, wasn't something he usually did, and he had no intention of changing that. So he had two options: either kill the girl and betray his own convictions, or lose out on a lot of money. Neither option sounded very tempting to him, if he was honest. So he came up with a third one: make it seem as if he had killed her.